Alhamdulillah, Water is Here! #Sweet2Senegal

On September 1^st, (my birthday!!!), it started off as a rainy day. Usually when it rains I spend a little more time in my room because the village is quiet and I can have a slow start with coffee and I begin to chip away at the mountain of books that I have in my room. After the rain had stopped, my tree work partner knocked at my door and said, “Tiguida, the digging is done! We are ready to start building the faucet for the mosque!” With sleepy eyes, I woke up to the fact that these men pulled together in the rain and began the project that we planned together.

Background

Okay, lets back up here. In 2016, the volunteer living in my village before me piped the town of Botou (10k outside of Tambacounda), with a Water Charity Grant that was awarded to her. Most of the town was covered except for one area that is farther outside of town where a Mosque is located. The Mosque Iman had asked for assistance in a project of providing the raw materials to bring water to the Mosque. The families in the surrounding area even came together to pay for robinet (faucet) in the Mosque once a month which on average costs 2 mil CFA (4 US dollars) as well as provide community support of digging and laying the pipe to the Mosque.  They were determined and so was I to make this project happen in their area.

The Day!

After my friend told me the digging was done, it was time to get to work and lay the groundwork for the pipe. My amazing and talented uncle, Madou, is the local water tower worker and came to set up the piping. With the crazy amount of kids and adults coming to help, the work lasted about 2 hours. The digging and filling of the trench was all done by hand. Funny, or not so funny to the people who know me, they didn’t let me handle any of the tools.... As much as I tried, showed them my “large” muscles, the men insisted all day that I sit and watch since I got the money for them. I couldn’t be convinced so they let me pound the dirt down with my feet.

It is amazing to see what can be accomplished when everyone came together to get the work done. This is the first of hopefully a couple more grants that I wish to accomplish soon. Look out Botou, we got work to do!

Cooking with Seynabou: Macaroni Sauce #Sweet2Senegal

Okay, this is a late post about an amazing meal. I ate it everyday during Ramadan, it is still my favorite and deserves its own post. In Bambara, this meal is called, “Macaroni Sauce.” No joke.

This meal is only served by my host family during Ramadan when we broke the fast for our first dinner. Side note, if you missed my blog about Ramadan click here.

It was my favorite not only because I didn’t eat anything all day, but because it had fresh fish, macaroni and french fries....YUM! Now, don’t squirm away just yet...it is actually pretty good!

Wanna know how to make it? Read below:

What you need:

-          Macaroni

-          2 Fish

-          4 Onions

-          4 Potatoes

-          1 sache of cooking oil

-          2 Tapalapa bread loaves

-          2 packets of Adja seasons

Instructions:

1)     Start by making the fish meatballs by adding in chopped onions and rolling them  as balls on a plate.

2)     Create a fire (ovens work too...) and fry the fish meatballs in cooking oil. Once they are done and cooked, remove them from the pot into another bowl.

3)     With the oil still in there, add in the potatoes and onions together until they are done.

4)     With the potatoes and meat done, add them all in together and add in water and macaroni with the Adja seasoning. Let it boil until completed.

5)     Once the macaroni is cooked, serve the meal in a large bowl and add in the bread to the bowl.

6)     Enjoy!

Seynabou is an amazing host aunt and we laughed the entire time making this meal because she knows I love it! Although I have to wait until next Ramadan to eat this meal every day, my family agreed to make it for my birthday just because it is a special occasion! So on September 1st, you know what I will be eating for dinner.

Recipe for Tacos in Village #Sweet2Senegal

In the Peace Corps we have three main goals to accomplish. One of them has to do with teaching the American culture to the people of the country that we serve. So, when my host sister approached me and said she wanted to eat a meal that we as Americans ate we of course had to make and eat my favorite food, TACOS! Yes, we made tacos in village and this is how we did it:

What you need:

(This fed my family of 18!)

-          2 big cans of beans (you can make real beans however they take like 6 hours....)

-          6 Tomatoes

-          4 Green Peppers

-          2 Garlic Bulbs

-          2 Heads of lettuce

-          1 kilo of flour

-          Cooking Oil

-          2 Limes

-          4 Onions

-          Salt and Pepper

-          Motivated siblings to help you cook for your family!

Instructions:

-          Cook the beans first because they take the longest time!

-          While the beans are cooking, cut up the tomatoes and onions to make a little sauce

-          After the beans are done, sauté the green peppers with the onions with some garlic

-          In the beans, add some garlic and some seasoning and then put them in a large bowl for the family

-          Tortillas: Add water to flour until it is a nice paste to create tortillas. Flatten them out on a plate until they are the shape you want it. Create a fire* and use a metal plate and oil to cook the tortillas until they are cooked through

-          Wash the lettuce and add it in the bowl

-          Cut the limes in half

-          Put everything into a bowl and hand out the tortillas to the family

-          ENJOY!

As I was cooking the meal, my family was super interested and helped me the entire time! However, when it was actually time to eat the meal, I have never seen more apprehensive faces in my entire life. Once my host mom took the first bite and said it was good, they all went for it....AND LOVED IT! I have never been more happy cooking a meal and getting the reactions that I did from my family. I almost feel like one of the chefs you see on TV, and was treated like a one as well! I don’t know what the next creation will be, however I know that we will enjoy it all together.

6 months down, 18 more to go! #sweet2senegal

Okay, so I have been living in Botou, Tambacounda for 6 months. That’s right, half of a year I have been living in a hut, struggling with a language, and honestly, I am still adjusting every day. It hasn’t been easy and it hasn’t been the picturesque type of experience that I built up in my head. I am growing and constantly learning, which makes this one of the most rewarding (and exhausting) experiences of my life.

Since arriving at site I have tried to stay busy by joining organizations through Peace Corps, work on site projects, give demonstrations, travel around a bit, and still learn about this culture. It is difficult to not have the same amenities that I had in the States. With constant available service to call my family and friends or even to Google questions that pop up in day to day life it makes you realize that you need to rely on yourself. I have had to rely on my community to make projects go smoother and to remain resilient even when projects go south. Failure has been another word that I have been having to deal with since arriving and it isn’t a good feeling. Yes, I have had ideas and projects fail. BUT, I have seen successes in my community and successes in my day to day life that outweigh the failures that pull me down.

I have made friends and I have found out who I would rather not work with/see. I am still constantly learning about my community. I have come to love and respect my host mother and father and equally love and respect my host siblings. They make me feel like I belong and I feel comfortable being there. Even though there were two volunteers before me, both amazing volunteers and people, my family accepts me and my quirkiness and for that I am so grateful.

Senegal is changing me. Is it for the better? I think so. I am becoming more curious about the world, learning how I can maintain my mental health myself (so important!), and molding myself into the person I want to be. I have even started looking in some next steps (grad school maybe?) in my career but as always focusing on constantly being present!

Peace Corps Senegal said it best at staging; “This is the toughest job that you’ll ever love.” Luckily for me, I love it still. 

*Even though these are all ramblings, thank you for reading!* 

Celebrating Ramadan in Botou #sweet2senegal

“Kong, Kong, Tiguida, Tiguida, I be kunnina wa?”

It is 4am, it is the middle of Ramadan and it is time for breakfast. Every day this month I have been waking up at 4am with my family to celebrate Ramadan and fast with them. Each morning I eat porridge, return to sleep, and will not eat or drink until sundown and we break the fast. Although some days I sneak a little water, I have kept true to my word and have fasted food with my family except when I am traveling around the country to different villages or I am at the regional house which is considered “little America”. Do I enjoy it? No. Am I learning a lot? Absolutely.  

                Ramadan is the Islamic holy month of fasting in which Muslims may not eat or drink during daylight hours. It is celebrated because it is said that this is the month in which the prophet Mohammed received the first ideas to create the Quran. The Quran is like the Bible for Muslims. Ramadan begins with the sighting of the new moon and continues until the end of the moon cycle. All day Muslims abstain from water and food until the end of the day when a break fast occurs. Around 7:30PM cold water and bread is shared, we all go to the Mosque to pray, and we come back and feast on dinner. A full month of reflection, fasting, and being with each other.

                Although you may be thinking, WHY ON EARTH would a non-Muslim participate in this... I honestly just wanted to see if I could do it. Every day is a constant struggle of wanting to sneak to my room and eat a little snack or not participate in the prayer at night, however I have been able to push myself mentally and believe it or not, spiritually, and do this with my host family. They pray 5 times a day and are truly fasting, how could I NOT give it a try? However, we are only half way through.

                Each village has their own way of celebrating Ramadan and their own traditions. My town is especially interesting. After 15 days of fasting, we just celebrated a day like the American holiday of Halloween. The kids of Botou covered themselves in wood ash, made silly hats, collected sticks, and carried around buckets to collect food from their neighbors. Although it wasn’t candy, I participated in the event and walked around with my 2 host sisters. To get food from neighbors you had to perform a song or do a little dance to then be rewarded with either, corn, peanuts, cowpeas, sorghum, or even money. My bucket was full at the end of the night and I have never had so many adults laugh in my village at the same time when I was dancing around singing, “ A salaam wali wali, A wali saalam!”

                As it is getting closer to June 25^th (14 more days!), we are going to start preparing for the end of Ramadan with the holiday called Korite. It will be the end of Ramadan and it is celebrated by slaughtering a goat and feasting on it until it is completely gone, usually takes about 3 days. The town dresses up and we feast (my kind of holiday!).

                So far, I haven’t passed out, died, or anything that my host family thought was going to happen. I get called a “janbar” on the regular which literally translates to warrior. Can I put that on a resume or nah? 

 I look forward to the remaining days of fasting and centralizing myself everyday with reflection with my family.

As always, thanks for reading and Herra Doron. 

Mafé and Me; Cookin’ with Camissa

Here’s the thing, back home in America I never cooked. In fact, I somewhat loathed the idea of it. The heat, the preparation process, and especially the clean-up. It takes time and you have to do it every day because well you gotta eat, right?

Get this, I cook and bake all the time here now. That is right, Olivia/Tiguida cooks and ENJOYS IT.

Thanks to amazing Senegalese women who have taken me under their wing, I have learned how to prepare some traditional Senegalese dishes that I will hopefully (fingers cross) cook when I go back to America.

Without further ado, let me introduce you all to a dish called Mafé. 

Ingredients: 

- Rice

- Peanut Butter 

- Water

- Okra 

- Hot Pepper

- Pepper, Seasonings

- Onion

Step One: Steam the Rice in a bowl over a fire until it is softer. Traditionally. in Senegal there is a bowl that has boiling water and then rice in a separate bowl in the top. The women tie a piece of fabric around the boiling pot to create the steam that cooks the rice. Then they add the rice to the boiling water to finish cooking it. 

Step Two: Get a second bowl and add water and peanut butter sauce to the pot. Add in mushed up okra, onions, hot pepper and different seasonings. Let it simmer and wait till it gets thicker. 

Step 3: Enjoy over rice and add some more hot pepper (if you dare!) 

I have had this meal more times than I can count, but it never gets old...not yet anyways. 

Look out for my next Senegalese dish of Rice and Fish! 

8 Hours on the Road #Sweet2Senegal

Traveling through Senegal is a crazy, rough, and exciting experience. According to Google the United States is 50 times larger than Senegal.  However, when I travel through the country it feels as if I am traveling for so many hours I feel like I am going to another country. After I was installed as a Peace Corps Volunteer, traveling using Peace Corps vehicles as transportation came to a halt. We are expected now to take public transportation everywhere, and let me tell you, it is not like Uber. I use the public transportation system using Sept-Places. 

  If you ever wondered where your grandparents old station wagons ended up, look no further they are here!

A Sept Place that I took from Kafferine to Thies! 

To get to my village when leaving from Thies (where the Training Center is!), it takes about 8-10 hours depending of course on how I break up the trip or just have a full day of travel. In those 8-10 hours, I have learned a lot about myself and how I have changed since arriving in Senegal. I mean what else am I supposed to think about in a car full of Senegalese going cross country? So without further ado, here are just a few things that I realized on my trip!

1) Don’t have a personal bubble anymore

If I go through one day without having someone touch me, I would think that something was wrong and all the Senegalese were mad at me. Handshakes, hugs, holding crying or happy babies, having people playing with my hair, or even holding hands with my sisters are all a part of my day and it doesn’t bother me one bit anymore. Even in a Sept Place with 8 people, I am so comfortable.

 Meet my friend Mariama who wanted to take selfies and listen to Akon the entire trip! >>>>>

2) Marriage proposals don’t scare me anymore

On my way to Thies in my Sept Place, I met a family consisting of two wives and their husband. They all sat behind me and were so excited to be sharing the car with a Toubab (that’s me!). After trying to have a conversation in Wolof and Bambara, they asked me if I would like to be their third wife because their husband was a very successful boutique owner. After I politely declined, I was still asked to meet their entire family when they were dropped off at their house in Kafferine.  I think the offer will always be on the table….

3) I am not afraid to try meat on the side of the road

Okay now don’t freak out! There are meat karts in the Kafferine region that sell sheep meat wrapped in stomach. Okay maybe freak out a little.... Not going to lie, I loved it! I was offered some by my friends in the car and then I bought everyone oranges. Although there are no drive thru's when you get hungry, meat carts are the next best thing! 

4)  Even though I don’t speak Wolof, people still understand me

As you all know, my language that I speak here is Bambara. It is a minority language that is spoken in Tambacounda where I live. When I travel to bigger cities (especially in Thies!) I really do become the minority in the country and communication just gets that much harder! I have picked up on some survival Wolof which is the main language here in Senegal and along with some French I can get by! 

5)  I am cool sweating ALL day, next to people, in a station wagon.

Here is a picture of the Sept Place from the back seat! As you can see, there are two seats in the front, three in the middle and then three in the back. All of our stuff is on the top of the Sept Place that was tied down by our driver and then we hit the road! Oh yeah, there is no A/C and sometimes your knees stay still for the full trip so when you get out you literally fall to the ground. Yes, that has happened.  

Overall, the journey is the best experience and it makes the destination that much sweeter when arriving home or in Thies. It is cool to reflect about how I have changed some of my behaviors and it has only been 5 months here. I can't wait to take the journey back home from Thies to Tambacounda. 

Until next time, 

Herra Doron